Said number 9 to petite number 1,
"You poor little thing,
There's not much of you,
You're skinny and scrawny,
And shaped like a bone.
No numbers together will make one of you.
How lonely life must be.
But when you see a full figure like mine,
Bloated with numbers from 1 to 8,
It's no wonder I'm atop of all the rest.
You could multiply yourself a million times,
But you'll still be the same,
Skinny, and scrawny, and shaped like a bone,
How sad your life must be.
If I were to multiply only one time now,
Suddenly I'd be 81,
A number to be reckoned with,
For magically if you add me together,
My number would be as before
A round, and beautiful, number 9.
I'm glad to be this number."
Said number 1 to obese number 9,
"You're pompous and vain,
And fat headed too,
How little you know of me.
For everyone knows how important I am,
To be number 1 is the ultimate goal,
No one wants to be 9.
So show me respect, for I am number 1,
The foremost, prime, sought after number,
How content I am with life."
Al is one of the Poets Unleashed, and they have
graciously granted us permission to share this excerpt from their book
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